Qian Feng's face flushed red, then drained to a deathly white before turning ashen.
He stared fixedly at Yang Jing's elusive figure, a storm of disbelief raging in his heart.
'How is this possible? How can this kid's Body Technique be so fast!'
'He seemed so unremarkable before. Could he have been hiding his strength this whole time?'
The agility in his footwork didn't resemble that of someone who had just reached the Dark Energy realm at all. Every change in direction landed perfectly in the gaps between his palm strikes, as if Yang Jing could see right through his moves.
'If this keeps up, I won't even have a chance to use the entangling energy I'm so proud of. I'll just be a sitting duck!'
Humiliation and panic wrapped around his heart like vines, causing his palm strikes to grow erratic.
Outside the ring, Sun Ningxiang shot up from her chair, her hands clutching her skirt tightly, her eyes wide as saucers.
